Prove Your Heart To Me

Her daughter arrived swiftly, and a grin crossed Surreal's jaws as she saw the excitement and nerves in her daughter's eyes, and frame. This daughter, while carrying more of her father's coloring than any of the children combined, carried her mother's eyes. "Dia duit, mo iníon. Réidh chun a thaispeáint dom cad is féidir leat a dhéanamh?" She greeted with a smile, before balancing her stance, head and tail leveling with her spine as she gazed at her daughter.

"Cad iad cosaintí bhfuil a fhios agat, go dtí seo? An bhfuil tú ag cuimhneamh ar na ceachtanna ó Alsander, d'athair, agus mé?" She hoped so. Hoped that she and her family had laid a good enough foundation that Faite's memory might come through to remember the moves. There were of course instinctual defenses. But she wanted to see what Faite could do, and how much polish her skills would need before she was a formidable fighter.

[Spar begins next round :D]

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think